Saturday, June 02, 2007

LES LYGLEY

So, I w there. One redo panel away from having 12 pages in the can.

The plan was for this next issue, EMAW #9 to be 20 pages. About half of the last issue. And it was to be tight goings insane up to the deadline. Eight pages in 22 days. WHEW! Plus cover, plus digitals, plus backups, plus printing, plus assembling. Ouch.

But, I was going to work like it was going to get done in time. If I didn't, the worst would be that it would be ready in a week or two after MoCCA.

Well, it's not going to happen. Last night, I started rewriting seven of the last 8 pages (One page is static. It was originally supposed to be the FIRST page of the issue, but it keeps getting pushed further and further back for storytelling). Anyway, as I was rewriting those seven pages, I started opening things up a bit more. Some bigger panels, some smaller panels. Trying to give things a bit more air. Trying to focus on the things I'm really good at (like dialogue) and focusing a little less on the things I'm not so good at (like complex backgrounds). I wanted to have fewer 2.5" panels with 15 people in them, all talking at once.

So, some bigger action panels, some bigger romance panels, some smaller single talking head panels. I gave voice to some characters that had none, I fleshed out, a bit, some characters that did. I remembered that this was supposed to take place in a strange future, not a strange present, so I threw in a robot — necessitating the addition of a robot into an earlier scene (luckily, it's a scene with space in the existing panels to squeeze one in).

Anyway, I just wrote out page 26 and I'm about halfway through rewriting. It's for the better, really. YES, I did want to have something spanking new for the show. YES, I did want to prove to myself that I could be quick about it. YES, I'm still working like I'm going to finish in time, even if I'm not. HOWEVER, I also want this to be super-duper awesome. Ass-kick 9th degree. Johnny Blaze? Sure. But Tony Starks? Even better. Do the iron man like it's a sprint.

Honestly. I'm laughing my fat ass off with some of this new stuff. Suddenly, this book has become character maximus, plotus extremis and romance fantastico. Will it be 40 pages? Probably. Will I want to shoot myself in the head when it's done? I got silver bullets never let me down in the chamber. Will I have issue 10 ready for SPX? To sleep, to dream...

Oh, what's the damn quote? Not the Hamlet. There's a fucking quote and the damn internet isn't helping. To sleep, to dream, to wake, to... crap.

2 Comments:

Blogger Kenneth Belasco said...

Are you sure it's not from Hamlet...
"To be or not to be, that is the question;
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to — 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life,
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch[1] and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action

6:52 PM  
Blogger Justin J. Fox said...

No. It;s not that.

I think it's from this crap Nutcracker ripoff we did in highschool(?).

Not only was it it a Nutcracker ripoff, they also ripped off the Hamlet.

FUCKING RIPOFFS...

1:17 AM  

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